Daphne/Din
Daphne easily passed Grogu back to Din and closed her eyes at the feel of his lips on her forehead. "It's my first New Year with actual champagne," she said with a small smile. "Usually it's a raging kegger or some mixed drink in an underground warehouse and there's just yelling and chaos." She'd actually been coming up on the New Year before she popped in, only to find herself a few months back...eleven years in the future.
There was one toast she remembered from when she was younger. "There's a nice one my mom used to say. May your troubles be less and your blessings be more, and nothing but happiness come through your door." It was an old Irish blessing and she liked the sentiment. After a rough start, she'd found a life here. Despite the crazy danger that she'd experienced she couldn't say she hadn't found a lot of good. She tipped her glass at him before taking a sip of the bubbly liquid.